Kale Salad Anniversary

from Bourbon and Molasses

We met over

A kale salad

Two years ago

The salad bar is still there

He is not

And now i am eating croutons alone

On this day

Our kale salad anniversary

Are bacon bits extra?

I am crunchy

But soft inside

He is cold like iceberg lettuce

And I am shredded like coleslaw

A side option

On the Kentucky Fried Chicken menu

Never will i be his main dish

not even a garden salad

Forever a snack

Never a meal

Or even a box lunch set.

the green crisp kale

has long gone stale

Pass the Cobb salad

please

Note: I’m actually a huge fan of Rupi Kaur and her poems, although my slightly elitist literati friends turn up their nose at her works. This is one of several affectionate pastiches of her work. Rupi, I hope you have a good sense of humor. ☺️ You are welcome to parody my prose anytime. It’s not hard to do.